You called me a friable person,
you growled "Hurt yourself"
You called me a friable person,
and maybe you were right.
You shouted, "Break your skin into pieces."
You called me a friable person
& at that very moment, everything came to me
and everything became silent,
as soon as everything became bursting with noise;
the very moment the love of my life
became a force of hate.
My nightmares could never show a person who vandalized my whole body,
a person I shared my heart with,
using my misery against me.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
